Tokyo host

Chapter 159 I Like You
Futaba Makoto didn't understand why Kojima Shoko was entangled with him.

Obviously, the two of them did not have any in-depth communication, and the few people who knew her only relied on language communication and rumors told by Takahashi.

Futaba Makoto sighed, his expression slightly depressed.

It seems...

Or is he too charismatic?

"Senior, can we talk alone?" After confirming that Nana was not his target in the morning, Shoko Kojima asked with a smile, a pair of clean and penetrating eyes flickered.

Futaba Makoto glanced at the other students in the classroom, and there was no need to think about it. Kojima Shoko would definitely make a lot of shocking and thunderous remarks if he stayed in the classroom, although he didn't care about all kinds of rumors—in other words, he Being held arm by Gong Bai and Nana is already famous in school.

But Shoko Kojima is different, she is a bitch.

Futaba Makoto didn't want to have any interaction with this kind of girl, so one more thing is better than one less thing.

"Okay." After Futaba Makoto agreed, Kojima Shoko's eyes curved into crescents.

In the morning, Nana wanted to go out together, but after seeing Makoto Futaba's attitude towards Shoko Kojima, she returned to her seat and sat down.

Find the end of a hallway where there is hardly anyone around the morning drinks machine.

Futaba Makoto looked at the petite girl beside him, and crossed his arms: "Student Nako, what do you want to do?"

"Senior, you have a good heart, why can't you remember my name?" Shoko Kojima stared at Makoto Futaba, her mouth puffed out a bit cutely.

Futaba Makoto tilted his head and thought for a few seconds what Shoko Kojima's name was. Perhaps it was because the other person's name was so common that he didn't pay attention to remembering it at all.

"In short, it's Nako-san, isn't it?" Futaba Makoto stretched out a finger and smiled.

Kojima Shoko didn't want to worry about the name anymore, and nodded directly: "Yes, my name is Konako, remember it for me!"

"Oh……"

"So, what's the matter with you?" Makoto Futaba asked.

"Senior, you seem to be very impatient with me, she is such a cute girl." Shoko Kojima poked her face with two fingers, as if she wanted to show off her tender and elastic skin.

"No matter how cute it is, it has nothing to do with me." Makoto Futaba said while crossing his arms.

And you're no match for a certain Pikachu...

"If you just want to show me how cute you are, can I go back?"

"Hey, senior, are you really not interested in me?" Kojima Shoko asked with his head tilted.

"I don't know you well, so why am I interested in you, just because of appearance?" Futaba Makoto asked back.

Kojima Shoko narrowed his eyes and smiled: "But those boys who come into contact with me are interested in me only because of their appearance. They don't care about Shoko's hobbies at all."

"I'm different from them, and there's nothing particularly attractive about you."

These words were undoubtedly an insinuation to Kojima Shoko, but instead of being angry, the other party's smile became even brighter.

She suddenly leaned over, stretched out her arms and hugged Makoto Futaba, showing the softness of her body without hesitation—she raised her head, squinted her eyes and smiled: "Senior, is there really nothing that attracts you?"

"Don't you really want to try?" Intentionally or not, the buttons on her school uniform's chest were unbuttoned at some point, revealing a large piece of white snow.

Seeing the smirk on the other side's face, Makoto Futaba stretched out his hand and pushed the other side away.

Under the astonished appearance of the other party, Makoto Futaba sighed, and said seriously: "You should cherish yourself."

After speaking, he shook his head.

Just turned and left.

Watching the back of the other party leaving, Shoko Kojima stood in place for a while, then silently tidied up her school uniform.

"It really is a different guy." She lay on the railing, looking down, not knowing what she was thinking.

At this time, a voice came from the side.

"Xiaojima-san, is there something on your mind?" It was a gentle voice, Kojima Shoko turned his head and found that it was a boy with a handsome face.

She knew Xiao Shandongren, the head of the baseball club, a handsome guy with all-around sports and learning.

"Is it because you are in a bad mood, you can tell me about it." Xiaoshan Dongren smiled and reached out to touch Kojima Shoko's shoulder, but was slapped away by the other party in the next second.

Shoko Kojima looked at him and said expressionlessly, "Get lost."

Seeing the disgusted look of the other party, Xiao Shandong was stunned, seemed a little embarrassed, turned and left.

"..."

The surroundings became quiet again, Shoko Kojima continued to lie on the railing, resting his head on his arms in a daze.

Inadvertently, her gaze seemed to catch something.

It was a guy wearing a Pikachu doll costume, and he was walking around at this time.

"It's the doll who threw me into the trash can last time." Kojima Shoko's expression seemed to be a bit resentful. She remembered that after she chatted with Futaba Makoto on the rooftop, this strange guy broke in and directly He hugged her, then ran all the way to the garbage collection point on the first floor, and threw her in.

Afterwards, the pair disappeared, and Shoko Kojima was so angry about it that he didn't sleep well for two days.

"But let me catch you." The girl immediately turned and ran down the stairs.

……

"Ah Cheng, what did that person say to you?" Makoto Futaba, who had just returned to the classroom, heard Nana asking herself this question.

"I didn't say anything, she said that she was very grateful to me for helping her to the infirmary last time." Makoto Futaba said.

In the morning, Nana didn't suspect anything, she walked behind Shuangye Cheng, then bent down and put her chin on the other's head, hugging her neck tightly and acting like a baby: "Ah Cheng, can you go shopping with me... "

"shop?"

"Because it's the last day of the school festival."

Futaba Makoto thought about it, but there was no problem.

"Let's go."

"Yeah, treat me to a crepe."

"I treat you, you pay."

"Ah Cheng is cunning..."

Perhaps it was because on the last day of the school festival, not only were there a lot of tourists, but even Nana looked excited in the morning.

A few days ago, Makoto Futaba went with others, but Nana never had a chance to invite him to come here with her in the morning.

"Ah, I see, crepes." Nana's eyes lit up in the morning, and she ran to the dining car selling crepes.

"Welcome, what do you want to eat?" the stall owner asked.

"One with strawberry chocolate flavor and one with matcha ice cream flavor," Nana said in the morning.

She knew Makoto Futaba's taste very well, but in order to confirm it, Nana turned her head and looked at Makoto Futaba in the morning, as if asking if it was okay?

"Well, matcha." Makoto Futaba nodded.

Of course, Futaba Makoto paid for the payment, and after finding a seat to sit down—the two began to enjoy crepes.

"Delicious." Nana shook her body happily after taking a bite of the crepe in the morning.

"Give you a bite~"

Makoto Futaba just took a bite, and handed over his crepe conveniently.

Seeing the bright smile on the girl's face, Makoto Futaba smiled slightly, and took a bite too, the sweetness filled his mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's okay, do you want some matcha?"

"Hee hee, yes!"

The two of them sat side by side eating together like this, as if they had returned to a few years ago.

Looking at the girl next to him, Futaba Makoto couldn't help thinking——his evasion and rejection of the other party's kindness seemed to have really hurt this girl——

However, the friendship between a man and a woman, after the word like, has long been unable to return to the past.

But Suzuki said that if you don’t have the courage to refuse, you must accept it, and don’t escape even if you become a scumbag. Is it really correct?
Is this unfair to Nana again?

"What's the matter?" Nana seemed to see Futaba Makoto looking straight at her in the morning, so she blinked her big eyes, and didn't forget to stick out her tongue and lick the cream on the corner of her mouth.

"It's okay." Makoto Futaba asked with a smile.

"Oh..." Nana suddenly put down the crepe in the morning, and then asked, "Ah Cheng, is it because you don't like me like this?"

Makoto Futaba was surprised: "What do you mean?"

"Hey." Nana scratched her head in embarrassment in the morning, "I always feel that you seem weird today, as if you have become nice to me, and you are not used to it."

Then she squeezed the crepe in her hand and continued: "Since the last time I went to the aquarium, Cheng, you have avoided me a little bit. Of course, I also know that it is my problem."

"At first, I thought it would be good to continue like this, at least we can get along with each other."

"But you suddenly become nice to me, I will be a little bit afraid, afraid that this is only short-lived, afraid of losing it."

"It's like the last big dinner for a prisoner before his execution."

She smiled sweetly: "You are so kind to me all of a sudden, are you going to confess to Gong Bai?"

Futaba Makoto was stunned by Nana's words in the morning.

"If this is the case, you might as well not treat me like this... because I will be very greedy."

At some point, there were tears in her eyes, as if she was holding back something and said these words in a joking tone.

Futaba Makoto didn't expect Nana to think so much in the morning, he immediately waved his hand: "I, I didn't mean that, and I didn't say I would confess to Gong Bai..."

"You don't need to comfort me like this, because tonight is the bonfire party."

"No one stipulates that the bonfire party must confess..."

"Then why don't you confess that you like Gong Bai?!"

"Isn't that because I like you too?!"

After finishing speaking, Futaba Makoto's expression froze immediately. Oops, I accidentally said what was in my heart just now.

With his body stiff, he slowly turned his head to look at Nana in the early morning.

At this moment, Nana blinked her eyes in the morning, as if she was shocked by the sudden information.

Futaba Makoto originally thought that the other party would be angry, but in the morning Nana was stunned for a while before slowly recovering and asked in a low voice:
"really?"

Like a child, carefully confirming something, but can't believe it is the truth.

"Yes, I'm a scumbag." Shuangye Cheng didn't deny it, but instead felt a sense of pleasure to speak out from his heart.

In the morning Nana asked again: "Really?"

"What really?"

"like."

"..." Shuangye Cheng touched his cheek with his fingers, and finally nodded in the other's big teary eyes.

"So that's how it is." In the morning, Nana turned her head and stared at her white sneakers.

"Nana?"

The next second, Morning Nana suddenly pulled up her coat, directly blocking her pretty face.

"What's wrong with you?!" Futaba Makoto was a little surprised by the other party's reaction.

"Sorry, I seem to be a little too happy."

In the morning, Nana's face hidden in her clothes was already blood-red. When she finally calmed down and opened the zipper——when she saw Makoto Futaba's face, she hid her face again and made a mosquito-like voice: "Idiot, big carrot chicken, don't look at me..."

The other party's reaction was far beyond Makoto Futaba's expectations. Originally, I thought the other party would be angry and say that you actually like two girls, a big scumbag or something.

It turned out that the other party was so happy that he blushed and dared not see anyone.

"Suzuki is right?" Makoto Futaba was lost in thought, would it be better to be a scumbag?

"No, that's not how the script was written."

While Futaba Makoto was thinking about what was wrong, Morning Nana finally recovered, but she still didn't dare to look at Futaba Makoto, and just lowered her head and played with the crepe in her hand.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"Let's go for a walk?" Nana suddenly said in the morning.

"Ah."

The two stood up, and just two steps away, Futaba Makoto suddenly felt that his hand was being pulled—unlike before, even in the morning, even if Nana stuck up to hug his arm, Futaba Makoto was used to it .

But at this time, the soft touch from the palm made Makoto Futaba feel his heart beat faster.

"Let's go." Morning Nana whispered.

"Where?"

"It will be all right……"

After Futaba Makoto took a deep breath, he took Chenchen Nana for a stroll. The two of them were like a couple. No, they had always been like a couple in the eyes of others when they had such a close relationship as childhood sweethearts.

Futaba Makoto also seemed to accept it. He didn't know if what Suzuki said was correct, but at this moment, Futaba Makoto felt that his entangled heart had improved a lot.

But in the next second, the footsteps of the two suddenly stopped——

Because in the distance, there is a familiar figure.

A large Pikachu doll costume, standing there.

Futaba Makoto and Morning Nana looked at each other, and their expressions changed a bit.

As if ignoring Makoto Futaba and Nana Asako, Pikachu turned around and ran away!

"Wait a minute, Gong Bai!" Shuangye Cheng wanted to catch up, but he took another look at the hand holding Zaoqian Nana, and did not let go.

"Ah Cheng, you go." Morning Nana smiled sweetly, then let go of her hand and put it behind her.

She seemed to be in a good mood: "Don't worry about me, go find Gong Bai."

"But……"

The girl shook her head: "It's okay, I'm already very satisfied, really."

The smile on Nana's face in the morning did not seem to be fake, Futaba Makoto hesitated for a few seconds, and finally chose to chase in the direction Gong Bai Yuyou left.

Seeing Futaba Makoto's back gradually going away, Nana looked at her palms that were still warm in the morning, then closed her eyes and rubbed her cheeks:
"That's enough, right?"

(End of this chapter)